Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Blended Dimensions ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
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By: Hibiki54 
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.21.2005 | Updated On: 01.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.21.2005 | Updated On: 01.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Author's Forward: This story was original posted on Fanfiction.net. But due to some problems with the rating and the content of the story, it was removed by administration. This story is like a progress report of sorts. It shows how I originally began as a writer back in 2001 up until present time. The Prologue and up to Chapter six are the beginning stages of my writing and shall remain un-edited for sentimental purposes. Chapters Seven through nine are what I call my remedial period which I began to change my style of writing. A heed of warning for many. Chapter nine contains explicit content which include detailed lemons scenes, one of which include non-consentual sex. I would also like to thank anyone in advanced that reads this story and especially to those whom leave any kind of review.
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In the sky above earth, a spacial anomally occured that tore through the very fabric of time itself. Just outside of the planets gravity pull in a lunar orbit on the darkside of the moon, a small unnoticable light blinked off and on in a continued interval. Of closer inspection of the light, one could notice the dim light comming from what seemed to be the cockpit of some sort of craft, reminicent of a F-22 of the USAF, yet more tecnologically advanced.
"Come in guys," A large individual sat within the ship cockpit clad in what seemed to be a black flight or space suit with red trim. His head was covered by a similar black helmet with red and yellow trim with a decal of "UN Spacy" adorn on the side. His face was concelled by a tinted visor.
Another voice responded to the call, seeming a little excited with a slight urban accent. "God damn! Shit. That shit was tight!"
The man seemed to smile at that. He lifted up his visor to reveil (Trumpet sound please!) a tanned asian face. It wasn't a pretty sight actually, being all the scars that adorned his face which was a testiment to his deeds; be them good or bad.
"No shit." He responded with a hit of amusment. He become concerned after a moment. "You ok in there, Montel?"
A pair a neon green lights penetrate the darkness of the moon before disappearing suddenly. Looking closer one could see the slight outline of a machine, camoflaged in black giving it the ability to hide from prying eyes in the depths of space. Inside the center of the machine shows us the owner of the voice, the man named Montel.
He was an averaged height black man with braided hair, similiar to what most black men wore when they had long hair. Unlike the asian man, Montel was more casually dressed in the pair of baggy FuBu plantinum jeans and a white shirt over a white undershirt. He was also sporting a nice pair of Rebok ATR series shoes.
"Hell yeah," he responded. "That shit was tight! Lets do it again Bud."
Montel could sort of sense the frown on Bud, or Buddy's face as he replied. "I wanna but this fukin' Fold System is outta fuel... I think. Imagine?"
"Son ofa..." Montel yelled slamming his fist into his arm-rest. "SHIT man, how the fuck are we gonna get back home now?"
"Imagine?" Buddy said, thinking of their plight very humormous. "Dunno. Maybe the Earth below us has something similiar that I can adapt to my plane," Montel sorta ignored him as Bud got into his technical side. "so we can try and demensional Fold again. Doesn't remind you of that Slider's show?"
"Hold up, I got sumthin'.." Montel watched his control panels as information scrolled away. "Oh yeah. Hey, remember that anime Zoid's?"
Buddy looked at his screen reading the sensor data pass by. "Which one?"
"The one with Van and Fiona."
He let that piece of info slip into his mind for a second. "Awwww sheat!"
"I'm still wondering why all the worlds we been to always end up to be Anime we've seen on TV."
"Fuck that shit! I got my shit and you got yours!" Bud knocked on the window of his cockpit, seeming to knock on wood. "Let's just keep Active Stealth on until we find out what's up."
"Roger that."
Out of the pitch black of the moon emerged what would be none other than the legendary YF-19 "Alpha One", yet it was different in a couple ways. With it's natural tan/black color, nothing could mistaken the twin barrels of a pair of certain beam weaponry laying parrallel across the left and right dorsal sections of the variable fighter like a set of fast packs. On the underside hardpoint, instead of the standard Howard GU-15 gunpod, was replaced with a XS-15 or a large gatling rifle pod, acquired from the same place as the fighter, but modified by some really good scientist.
On is right wing comming out of cloak but still remaning under stealth was Shimigami itself. The God of Death. Well, not really since Montel was piloting the mecha, but it's close enough! Deathscythe did a zero-g twist before slowly following Buddy's YF-19.
"Hey," Buddy said over the comm. link. "I just realized something."
Montel prayed to himself before a reply. "Uhh.. What?"
"Where is Ranma?"
"Huh?" The both turned to their screens watching a black humanoid mecha trying to swim up from Earth's atmosphere, fighting the gravity pull and failing miserably. They both shared the same feeling about this.
"Shit."
End of Prologue.
Notes: This is a self-insert with elements from a range of anime, books, TV shows and movies. Note that I don't own any of the characters of any mentioned anime, and I do not own the rights to any of the mecha which is written down or used. This is a Multi-Xover Si so you'll notice alot of elements from various anime, movies, TV shows and books, as I have said before.
If you find something you don't understand, everything will be explained in later chapters. Please give me flames! I like flamers. Suggestions and stuff will be nice also. Also, tell me if the story is too dark. It's ment to be an action/comedy/adventure, but serious at important parts which develope the characters personalities.
Please ignore minor spelling mistakes. I'm only human. ^_^ Don't be afraid to review my story. I would appreciate the comments and suggestions.
I DO TAKE SUGGESTIONS SERIOUSLY!
Author email: hibiki54@earthlink.net
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In the sky above earth, a spacial anomally occured that tore through the very fabric of time itself. Just outside of the planets gravity pull in a lunar orbit on the darkside of the moon, a small unnoticable light blinked off and on in a continued interval. Of closer inspection of the light, one could notice the dim light comming from what seemed to be the cockpit of some sort of craft, reminicent of a F-22 of the USAF, yet more tecnologically advanced.
"Come in guys," A large individual sat within the ship cockpit clad in what seemed to be a black flight or space suit with red trim. His head was covered by a similar black helmet with red and yellow trim with a decal of "UN Spacy" adorn on the side. His face was concelled by a tinted visor.
Another voice responded to the call, seeming a little excited with a slight urban accent. "God damn! Shit. That shit was tight!"
The man seemed to smile at that. He lifted up his visor to reveil (Trumpet sound please!) a tanned asian face. It wasn't a pretty sight actually, being all the scars that adorned his face which was a testiment to his deeds; be them good or bad.
"No shit." He responded with a hit of amusment. He become concerned after a moment. "You ok in there, Montel?"
A pair a neon green lights penetrate the darkness of the moon before disappearing suddenly. Looking closer one could see the slight outline of a machine, camoflaged in black giving it the ability to hide from prying eyes in the depths of space. Inside the center of the machine shows us the owner of the voice, the man named Montel.
He was an averaged height black man with braided hair, similiar to what most black men wore when they had long hair. Unlike the asian man, Montel was more casually dressed in the pair of baggy FuBu plantinum jeans and a white shirt over a white undershirt. He was also sporting a nice pair of Rebok ATR series shoes.
"Hell yeah," he responded. "That shit was tight! Lets do it again Bud."
Montel could sort of sense the frown on Bud, or Buddy's face as he replied. "I wanna but this fukin' Fold System is outta fuel... I think. Imagine?"
"Son ofa..." Montel yelled slamming his fist into his arm-rest. "SHIT man, how the fuck are we gonna get back home now?"
"Imagine?" Buddy said, thinking of their plight very humormous. "Dunno. Maybe the Earth below us has something similiar that I can adapt to my plane," Montel sorta ignored him as Bud got into his technical side. "so we can try and demensional Fold again. Doesn't remind you of that Slider's show?"
"Hold up, I got sumthin'.." Montel watched his control panels as information scrolled away. "Oh yeah. Hey, remember that anime Zoid's?"
Buddy looked at his screen reading the sensor data pass by. "Which one?"
"The one with Van and Fiona."
He let that piece of info slip into his mind for a second. "Awwww sheat!"
"I'm still wondering why all the worlds we been to always end up to be Anime we've seen on TV."
"Fuck that shit! I got my shit and you got yours!" Bud knocked on the window of his cockpit, seeming to knock on wood. "Let's just keep Active Stealth on until we find out what's up."
"Roger that."
Out of the pitch black of the moon emerged what would be none other than the legendary YF-19 "Alpha One", yet it was different in a couple ways. With it's natural tan/black color, nothing could mistaken the twin barrels of a pair of certain beam weaponry laying parrallel across the left and right dorsal sections of the variable fighter like a set of fast packs. On the underside hardpoint, instead of the standard Howard GU-15 gunpod, was replaced with a XS-15 or a large gatling rifle pod, acquired from the same place as the fighter, but modified by some really good scientist.
On is right wing comming out of cloak but still remaning under stealth was Shimigami itself. The God of Death. Well, not really since Montel was piloting the mecha, but it's close enough! Deathscythe did a zero-g twist before slowly following Buddy's YF-19.
"Hey," Buddy said over the comm. link. "I just realized something."
Montel prayed to himself before a reply. "Uhh.. What?"
"Where is Ranma?"
"Huh?" The both turned to their screens watching a black humanoid mecha trying to swim up from Earth's atmosphere, fighting the gravity pull and failing miserably. They both shared the same feeling about this.
"Shit."
End of Prologue.
Notes: This is a self-insert with elements from a range of anime, books, TV shows and movies. Note that I don't own any of the characters of any mentioned anime, and I do not own the rights to any of the mecha which is written down or used. This is a Multi-Xover Si so you'll notice alot of elements from various anime, movies, TV shows and books, as I have said before.
If you find something you don't understand, everything will be explained in later chapters. Please give me flames! I like flamers. Suggestions and stuff will be nice also. Also, tell me if the story is too dark. It's ment to be an action/comedy/adventure, but serious at important parts which develope the characters personalities.
Please ignore minor spelling mistakes. I'm only human. ^_^ Don't be afraid to review my story. I would appreciate the comments and suggestions.
I DO TAKE SUGGESTIONS SERIOUSLY!
Author email: hibiki54@earthlink.net
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